Bran, for his part, looked frustrated.
His coat was damp, and his hair was slightly disheveled from the wind.
Zayn had to resist the urge to laugh at the sight — it wasn't often that Bran looked anything less than composed.
Stepping up beside him, Zayn clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Having trouble?"
Bran turned, startled. "Zayn? What are you doing out here?"
"Looking for you, apparently."
Bran sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I was trying to pick up a few things, but these prices are ridiculous. I swear they mark everything up when it rains because they know people don't want to leave empty-handed."
Zayn glanced at the items on display — mostly basic supplies, food, and travel gear.
The prices did seem a little high, but he had seen worse.
Especially after visiting Beyrin town yesternight.
"You need help negotiating?" Zayn asked, raising an eyebrow.
Bran scoffed. "Please, I can handle a simple transaction."
Zayn smirked. "Oh yeah? Because it looks like you're losing."
